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Went on a bike ride, sort of long; a turn we took was sort of wrong. Got sort of lost; we paid the price; my water didn't quite suffice. I plunged my face down in the cold, the way we did in days of old, just hoping that my luck would hold, so alien it sort of seemed like something that I might have dreamed, back in the days I loved the best, like milk from mother nature's breast, when I was young and life was fun and killing Earth had just begun.
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Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 8:08 PM UTC
Bike Ride
Went on a bike ride, sort of long; a turn we took was sort of wrong. Got sort of lost; we paid the price; my water didn't quite suffice. I plunged my face down in the cold, the way we did in days of old, just hoping that my luck would hold, so alien it sort of seemed like something that I might have dreamed, back in the days I loved the best, like milk from mother nature's breast, when I was young and life was fun and killing Earth had just begun.
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Missoula, MT
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 8:08 PM UTC
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